First of all there is the drive through Wensleydale on a sunny afternoon - strong gale blowing and not very warm, but one doesn't notice that shut in a car. Then, on arrival, there is an hour and a half of playing ukuleles for the elderly and/or dementia sufferers at the Care Home we were bound for - just friend W and I - the two of us.
All the old songs - how the residents sing and enjoy the afternoon. They look through the books, call out a number they would like to sing and together we all sing it. There is a lovely old gentleman who knows the verse to 'When I'm cleaning windows' and sings it before everyone joins in on the chorus.
Towards the end of the session a lady I hadn't seen before said could we play 'The Old Rugged Cross' - we couldn't. It's not really suitable for ukulele anyway, but we asked her if she could sing it and she sang the first verse in a beautiful, clear voice - then we all joined in on the chorus.
Coming home through the lovely dale we realised just how very tiring it is to play and sing non-stop - we were exhausted. But what a grand time we had all had.